Cui Sheng's eyes widened, looking at Yi Ran who dared to teach these bad guys a lesson, and he said in a sweet voice:
"Brother, don't be afraid. Grandpa Gude and my parents will be back soon."
"As long as they come back, no one will dare to bully us."
Yiran laid Yudie flat on the ground, touched Cui Sheng's little head, and said softly:
"Brother, if you are here, no one can bully you."
Cui Sheng looked at Yiran and then at the Peach Blossom Sword floating behind Yiran, and asked curiously: "Brother, what is your name? Why is your spiritual sword made of wood?"
"My name is Yiran, and the name of the sword is Peach Blossom, because it is made of peach wood."
"Brother Yiran..." Cui Sheng repeated the four words, which always felt very familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before.
Yiran walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down the misty mountain.
The first two people he met when he unexpectedly came to this world were Yudie in front of him, and Goode who introduced him to the world.
He once promised Goode that he would protect Yudie.
Six years have passed in a flash. In the six years since I left Fenghuo City, apart from asking mentor Huang Zhan to take care of Yudie and occasionally sending some supplies back, it seems that I have not fulfilled my responsibility to take care of Yudie.
Fortunately, everything is still in time.
The newly built bamboo houses on the peak are exactly the same as those in the valley, as if they are waiting for the arrival of this old friend of mine.
I remember that in order to avoid his assassination, I had to leave without saying goodbye for six years.
Nowadays, my cultivation has been successful and I have traveled thousands of miles, just to stick to the promise I made.
I think they were both still young at the time, but after spending half a year together, they were destined to become brothers and sisters for life.
We meet again six years later, at a different time and in a different place, but what remains unchanged is the brother-sister relationship.
As if feeling Yiran's belief in protecting this bond, the sword energy on the Peach Blossom Sword rolled and the sword beam exploded into the sky, cutting off large swaths of clouds.
It has the power to create the world.
The Peach Blossom Sword moved as it pleased, flying freely in the air. After half a stick of incense, it returned to its scabbard and became quiet.
Weapons that have not been born with spiritual wisdom are all below the third level. If the spiritual weapons above the third level are also divided into different levels.
The previous Peach Blossom Sword was only at the fourth level, but after sensing Yiran's state of mind, the weapon spirit instantly transformed, and the Peach Blossom Sword also reached the fifth level.
The Peach Blossom Sword, which has reached the fifth level, has reached the limit of the fifth-level spiritual materials used in its casting.
As a magic weapon refined by Yi Ran, the crisis of Peach Blossom Sword has also reached a terrifying level.
Yiran stood with his hands behind his hands, waiting for Yudie to wake up, and also waiting for the upcoming battle.
Not long after, a figure rushed from the sky, with murderous intent sweeping across half of the sea of clouds.
"Young man, don't be so presumptuous, just accept your fate!"
Along with the roar came a spear from the sky, with a ferocious beast on the dark green spear.
"Bad Thorn"!
As the spear fell, ripples were created in the space.
The sound that broke through the air was more like the roar of a giant beast, possessing the power to destroy the world.
Looking at the shot falling from the sky, Yiran's eyes narrowed.
If this angry shot were to hit the top of the mountain directly, not to mention cutting off half of the cliff, at least those bamboo houses would definitely not be saved.
Yiran stepped forward and pointed at the spear with his sword. The peach blossom sword came out of its sheath and hit the dark green spear directly.
"Why don't the guys who come here know how to speak well?"
Yiran looked at the figure swooping down, his voice full of indifference.
The visitor's eyebrows were as deep as copper bells, his black hair stood on end, and his exposed arms and thigh muscles were curved. At first glance, he was not a good guy.
"Boom", after the Peach Blossom Sword collided with the spear, a roar shook everyone's eardrums.
The sweeping air wave directly knocked Cui Sheng over and blew the unconscious people far away.
Seeing the young man who could block his angry blow, the strong man was angry but also a little more cautious.
"Who are you? It seems that I have never heard of someone as famous as you in Luo Yifeng. Since you are not a disciple of Luo Yifeng, then your action violated the sect rules, which is the way to die."
Looking at the strong man standing in the air as if he was superior to others, Yiran said calmly: "The disciples of the big sect are really different. If you can't suppress others with force, use force to suppress them."
"I would like to see how you can achieve death. Is it just based on your one-star martial arts cultivation?"
The strong man's pupils shrank, a hint of fear appeared, and he said in horror: "You can actually see my cultivation level!"
The corners of Yiran's mouth curled up slightly. Although he didn't use his true energy, he had already rushed out with the Seven Stars on his feet.
"Not only can I see through your cultivation, I can also see that you have followed the path of body refining and reached the peak of the third level."
"It's just rubbish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yiran was already under the strong man.
He stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, and his whole body instantly bounced up to a height that was shoulder to shoulder with the strong man.
The strong man stared at Yiran, who had no internal energy or magic power, and murmured: "Are you a pure body refiner?"
"I, Meng Cheng, the sixth senior brother of Wen Zifeng, have practiced hard for thirty and six years before I have the cultivation and physique I have today."
"I believe that there are many people in this world who are more talented than me and have reached the peak of the sixth level at my age." "I also believe that there are pure body-refining experts who can defeat monks of the same age with their physical strength alone."
"But I don't believe that at your age, you can have combat power comparable to me. I know the pain of body training very well!"
Amid Yiran's ridicule and Meng Cheng's roar, their fists collided again.
"boom"!
The eardrum-piercing explosion sounded again, and as the strong wind dispersed, the two figures flew out at the same time.
"Bang", Yiran's body plummeted and hit the ground, kicking up dust all over the sky.
Meng Cheng was thrown into the sky and fell into the sea of clouds.
If there were still people watching the battle, and Wen Tianfeng's disciples were still awake, they would definitely sigh at Yi Ran's power.
Although Meng Cheng ranks sixth in Wen Tianfeng's strength, the same people on Wen Tianfeng dare to fight Meng Cheng head-on.
A peak third-level physique is almost immune to all attacks from fourth-level monks. Who would be willing to confront him head-on in such a biting desert?
It's a pity that there are only Cui Sheng and the old man who led Yiran up the mountain on Luoyi Peak at this moment, and both of them are ordinary people without cultivation.
The dust gradually dispersed, and Yi Ran, who had fallen to the ground, stood in the pit with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the sky with great energy.
Meng Cheng, who was in the sea of clouds, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face looked a little sluggish.
One move determines the difference between high and low!
"Ahhhhh!" Meng Cheng suddenly roared in the air:
"I don't believe that you can hone your physique to the fifth level at your age, and how can your attack power surpass mine!"
The furious Meng Cheng held on to the spear tightly, and the sudden increase in momentum directly opened the sea of clouds. He stared at Yiran with sharp eyes and roared:
"I am not willing to give in! After thirty-six years of hard training, the third-level peak physique that I am proud of is so worthless!"
"I want you to die!"
Looking at Meng Cheng who was gradually losing his mind, Yiran's eyes became sharp:
"You guys who sit in a well and look at the sky, just because Luo Tianzong is strong doesn't mean you are strong. There are too many things you haven't seen, and rage is just the vent of the incompetent."
"I can't even control my emotions, and I can't even clearly see the situation of the battle. Do you want me to die?"
"Since you keep saying you want me to die, then I'll let you understand what it means to have a better world!"
"Do you think I'm really just a body refiner?"
In Meng Cheng's surprise, Yiran disappeared directly on the spot and appeared in front of him the next moment.
The arrow has to be fired when it is on the string.
Meng Cheng subconsciously thrust the spear in his hand towards the eyesore under him.
"Earth level martial arts blast drill"!
The spear suddenly accelerated, and the billowing air flow lingered on the tip of the spear, causing the speed and power of the spear to skyrocket at the same time. There is no brilliant brilliance, only wind patterns, symbolizing the ultimate sharpness and penetrating power in silence.
This is the only earth-level martial skill that Meng Cheng has learned, and it is also the most powerful move he has learned.
He pinned all his faith and desire for victory on this shot.
I'm not as good as you in boxing, but I still have a spear and earth-level martial arts!
But what surprised Meng Cheng was that the guy in his eyes just pointed and didn't even unsheath his sword.
"Wind and thunder"!
The cyan and windy silver thunder condenses at a speed visible to the naked eye, containing destructive energy within a square inch.
"Magician!"
"Wind and thunder fusion magic!"
There was no time to show too much shock, and the spear collided with Yiran's sword finger.
"Hoo, ho, ho, ho" the wind roared.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah" thunder exploded.
The fused power of wind and thunder suppressed the "Wind Diamond" in an instant, and the wind pattern was completely wiped out in a few breaths.
In just an instant, the spear was bent, then shattered into five pieces.
Then, with Meng Cheng's expression of shock and horror, the three-severing spear pierced Meng Cheng's body with the remaining power of wind and thunder.
The spear head among them penetrated directly into Meng Cheng's heart.
Before death came, Meng Cheng's only thought in the moment of clarity was doubt, and this doubt accompanied him until his death.
"The body refiner can actually be a magician?"
With this thought in mind, Meng Cheng's eyes began to become bloodshot, his vision became dark, and there were no more thoughts in his mind.
His body was finally knocked away like a sandbag and fell to the ground without making any sound.
The moment Meng Cheng was knocked away, an old voice came from far away:
"The thief Zian dares to harm me, a descendant of the Luotian Sect!"
The figure had not yet arrived, but it took the lead, and at the same time, a palm composed of fire elements was shot from the air.
Yiran's expression became solemn for the first time. This voice and this magic clearly represented a spiritual powerhouse!
As the palm of the hand was clapped, the Peach Blossom Sword suddenly rose into the sky.
"Shadow Sword Dance"!
The moment the Peach Blossom Sword was in hand, Yiran unleashed the strongest blow on his palm.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom" a series of explosions sounded, the sea of clouds above Luo Yifeng was completely exploded, and the entire Luo Yifeng trembled slightly.
The giant palm made of fire elements shattered instantly, and the tiny figure under the giant palm also fell to the top of Luo Yifeng.
Hearing the strange noise coming from above and feeling the slight trembling of the entire Luoyi Peak, the faces of Gude, Cui Wanshan, and Pei Fei who were climbing the mountain changed drastically.
The cyan elemental wings on Gude's body flapped suddenly, and Cui Wanshan and Pei Fei were also wielding weapons at the same time.
The old man in gray robe looked down at the top of Luoyi Peak. The moment he felt Meng Cheng's aura dissipate, his expression was extremely ugly as he struck out in anger.
He already regretted his impulse when he took action. In Luotian Sect, it is also a taboo for elders to take action against juniors.
But he couldn't understand why a young man would dare to take action against him, a spiritual being.
And under that blow, the young man didn't seem to be dead, or even seriously injured.
But when he saw the unconscious Wen Tianfeng people and the lifeless Meng Cheng, the old man looked at the gradually dissipating dust with a gloomy expression.
"As expected, the lower beam is crooked and the upper beam is crooked. As a peak spirit, he attacked the young man without asking the reason."
The robe on Yiran's upper body had been blown to pieces, revealing a tall but not strong body.
He looked arrogantly at the old man in gray clothes in the sky, and said disdainfully: "The spirit man is nothing more than this, and Wen Tianfeng is even more unsightly."
The old man in gray had a gloomy look, completely ignored Yiran, and asked bluntly: "You are not from my Luotian Sect!"
"Not yet!"
A ray of light flashed in the eyes of the old man in gray, and he simply said: "Then you can go and die!"
"Spiritual level sparks start a prairie fire!"
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